Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1887-04-13
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with malicious triumph.
One day whilst passing the library
door, he catches the CLEAN of a pink
muslin morning dress. ''If it is she, -
he mentally murmurs 'and provided she
is alone, i shall not leave her Until l
have declared the TRUTH
Eloise proves to be alone. Parker
Folsom seats himself at her side, and in
few moments he has spoken words
that bring the rich color glowingly to
the girls cheeks and make her eyes
sparkle with brilliant fire. He finished
with these humble words:
81 have no right to address you as 1
am doing; for oh. Eloise, even should
you consent to become my wife, the
world would call me little else than j
scheming fortune-hunter.
A moment after these last words are
uttered Eloise Bristow leaps to her feet.
"a fortune hunterl'' she bursts forth
Indignantly. 81 do not understand
You, Mr.. Folsom, unless you mean what
you say for cruel satire"
He rises now.
"Satire? Why of course, I do not.
The facts are plain enough. My fortune
is now mere wreck of what it once
was, and you are immensely wealthy"
A bitter, bleak sort of laugh leaves
Eloise Bristow's lips.
Ibid Mrs Radcliffe tell you that
that L was immensely wealthy?" she
questions excitedly.
YES"
Eloise sinks back into her seat. Fix
ing her eyes on Folsom's face, which
has become very pale, like her own, she
now continues.
''And Mrs. Radcliffe told me the
same thing reg riding youl' 4 slight
pause. Suddenly she asks: ''Haye you
ever thought in past time that Mrs.
Radcliffe had any dislike toward you?"
Parker Folsom's answer then comes
promptly enough:
''Yes; used to believe that she hated
me.
ElOise laughs again though less Bit
terly than before.
And feel that she has hated me all
along, now. This is her revenge"
These four words exercised a strange
effect upon the man who hears them. He
seats himself at her side. He fixes upon
her face pair of eyes that glow strange
".
''EIoise Bristow,'' he begins, with
solemn, determined voice, ''the story of
my wealth is what first attracted you
toward me; but now that YOU know Inc,
is there not any feeling in your heart
wholly apart from all thiS?"
Eloise made no answer. She lowers
her eyes and begins to tremble. The
man at her side draws nearer, and
nearer.
"Eloise, love you well enough to
die for you-yeS, even III those queer,
prosaic times of ours. And If this be
the case, surely l love you well enough
to work for oui What is your answer,
darling? Lift up your head, and speak
ii out bravely. When Mrs. Radcliffe
next meets us, shall she laugh TO her
self In malignant delight, and silently
murmur. MY revenge is saccomplished?'
or shall she grind her handsome white
teeth in secret rage, while looking on
our happiness, and be forced TO confess
that we have conquered her with the
very weapons she sought to use against
us: turning her revenge into that which
may be our lifelong future joy-and
such Joy, Eloise, rs no money can pur
chase?''
There is momentary silence, whilst
Eloise sits motionless, with eyes still
lowered; and then, an instant later, she
has flung herself upon his breast, and
hidden her passionately fearful face
against his shoulder. lie needs no
other answer.